Poem -

The Weight of Enlightenment

I am almost too ashamed
to admit that
it took me years to realise,
the warmest
glow comes from forgiving
and from giving ..
Still, they think they stand
on firmer and on
higher ground today than we
ever did and still do ..
Oh’ my word, how wrong are
each of those fools ..

Ā 

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Jac Tales

Truth & Love is mightier than any sword. Wonderful Poem.

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Neville

Bless you Jac .. how write those words are .. Neville šŸ˜ŽšŸ‘

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Rory McGinlay

I've never seenĀ thisĀ before, the wordĀ forgivingĀ as inĀ forĀ and giving. Well pointed out! Love it. Almost likeĀ effortĀ andĀ fortitudeĀ in my ways of thinkingĀ 

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Neville

Thank you for noticing Rory .. I like the way you see things & your fortitude comparison is kinda special .. NevilleĀ 

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Marion

A wise and lovely reflection Nev...hugs to you. It possibly takes us most of our lives to learn most things
Just before dementia makes us forget it all again!! x

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Neville

How bloomin kind and how bloomin true our M cheers x

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Being Me

"The ones on the higher ground" are, in my opinion, narcissists. The moral highground is a place where monsters hide. I hope you are well, Neville xx

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Neville

Bless you is my Tina reflex .. I'm getting there maybe .. perhaps xx

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